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Corruption Shorts 3: Big Bad Komi
🕑 Added 2023-01-11 18:09:22 +0000 UTCOur third short! There will be one more and then we will work on moving onto a new theme with new characters!
“Uhhh. . .Miss Komi. . .would you take. . .I bought these. . .for. . .” The nerdy young man held out the boxes of chocolates. They were a pathetic offering. Especially to a goddess like Komi. She was well aware of the chocolates. Made in Bavaria, with actual gold flakes, they had to be imported to Japan by special order. The boxes came with an actual diamond embedded in the box. Yet, they were trash to Shouko Komi. Only a thousand dollars per box? Garbage better left to be destroyed. She lashed out a plump hand, knocking the boxes to the ground. Her biceps jiggled, almost slapping the nerd in the face. The boxes landed on the floor, chocolates spilling across the tile. They were further crushed by the heel of Komi’s shoe. “I maxed out. . . my parents cards for. . . these.” The nerd said slowly. He realized just how foolish he had been to approach Goddess Komi. She was a judgemental, temperamental being who ruled Itan High School with an iron fist. All worshiped her and all despaired. She stepped closer, backing the smaller boy up against the wall with her blubber. He felt her moist fat, though he was too scared to do anything about it.
“Bad. Gift.” were the only words that Komi spoke. She turned, her massive asscheeks slamming into and knocking the boy over. Despite unearthly softness, they hit like sacks of rice. For a moment he rested on the ground, the twin cheeks of destruction looming over him. Pitted with dimples, Komi’s asscheeks could fill four chairs and still fall out into empty air. They moved with ponderous slowness as she waddled away. 650 pounds of Japanese school girl lumbered down the hallway. Komi almost immediately forgot about the boy’s existence. A goddess should be unconcerned with fleas and other insects. Besides, she had the rest of her public to greet. The way to class in the morning was a holy procession. Students fawned at her passing, some even bowing in reverence. They longed to do anything to get closer to the massive maiden and her ravishing body. Her folds and fat were the most precious things ever introduced to the small school. A resource to only be enjoyed visually, touched only by Komi herself.
Komi panted, feeling sweat running down her face. Fat felt good, sweaty fat felt even better. Her body was quickly covered by a watery sheen, doused in salty liquids. She smiled slightly, knowing that anyone of the people she passed would gladly lick every fold clean for her. She would never ask many of them, but there were a few here and there who caught her eyes. She had spent long hours in rented bath houses, pleasured and cleaned by ladies far slimmer than herself. She didn’t even have to speak to command them, only waving her hand or inclining her head. For much of her life, she had felt inferior because of her inability to speak. Yet, in a time of abject darkness a light had been given to her. She had realized that she didn’t speak out of nervousness, she refused to speak because they were all unworthy. Years of anger at being forced into treatments and therapy had twisted with the revelation, forming a new core within her. She was not going to speak, she was going to rule over the people around her as a silent goddess. One of indulgence and hedonism.
Komi waddled further down the hallway, feeling her fat ruffling her clothes. She had reached the point of morbid obesity where even custom clothing could not sufficiently keep up with her body. Further, she had reached the point where her muscles could not keep up with her fat. While she would never admit it to anyone, she could feel a certain tiredness spreading through her body. A simple waddle down the hallway was now taxing to her. Sweat now poured further, hopelessly staining and ruining her uniform. That was acceptable. She could easily bully the school into giving her another, free of charge of course. What she couldn’t do, was convince gravity not to wear upon her body. Halfway to class and she was truly beginning to feel the strain of movement. It was hardly pleasant to feel the constraints of one's own body, especially given that the spoiled girl was unused to any sort of limitation.
Rather than walk until her strength gave out, Komi decided to take a rest. With sweat visibly running down her facial folds and staining key areas of her uniform she turned to two students. “Come.” Komi said, her voice a threatening whisper. The two students, a boy and a girl, walked forward slowly. They knew they weren’t going to be rewarded but could not think of anything they had done to anger the goddess. “Kneel.” Komi simply pointed down, her sausage finger pointing towards the ground. “Make me a throne.” Rarely would she speak so much, but she did not want to put up with mistakes. The two students groveled, slowly dropping to their hands and knees. They glanced at each other, wondering if their bodies could even hope to hold Komi’s. Satisfied that they were doing what they were supposed to, Komi started the laborious process of turning herself around. The high school goddess moved like a tank. With a hand on the wall for balance, showing her deep sweat stains under her arms, she walked her bulk in a half circle. Her massive asscheeks lifted and dropped, the wet slaps acting as a countdown to the inevitable sit down. The students shivered further, wondering if they would survive. Slowly, Komi began the laborious task of lowering herself onto the two.
Warm, sweaty buttcheeks pressed themselves onto the thin backs of the students. Their heads were forced down by the weight, eyes bent in forced reverence to their goddess. Fat poured over them, running across the length of the two students. They grunted and groaned, trying to hold themselves in the proper positions. Komi’s bulk advanced slowly. She wiggled a bit, both for her own sadistic amusement and to get the most comfortable position possible. She felt the moving bodies underneath her fat, trembling and shaking in fear and muscle strain. The quiet, corrupt woman enjoyed that feeling. Someone small and beneath her having to strain to hold her grandeur up. It was exactly the kind of intoxicating high she lived for now. Her calves, bigger than most people's thighs, smacked the students in the face as she made her final sit. Her sweaty, massive form was finally able to sit at rest. Not knowing how long she would be seated, Komi drew out her cellphone from between her breasts. She wiped away residual sweat and moisture. Her sausage fingers made a couple taps, signaling for someone to come and take care of her further. She did not have long to wait.
“There is my goddess! My one and only. The most special woman to ever live!” Yamai’s soft, sweet voice filled the hall. As usual, it was dripping with unrestrained devotion and insanity. She twirled around Komi, the head priestess visiting her deity’s shrine. “I knew you would need me soon. I made sure to get everything you would want!” She hefted a custom made lunch box. It was the kind of thing that would only befit the kind of goddess that inhabited Komi’s gluttonous domain. Three times bigger than any other, the lunchbox could have doubled as a workman’s toolbox, save for the cutesy design. Yamai opened the lunchbox, a set of delicious smells issuing forth. Fried, greasy food rested within. More saturated with fats than even the things Americans ate. “Does this please my love?” Yamai asked, knowing the answer already. Komi simply opened her mouth, waiting to be pleasured by oral intake. She kicked her legs as the first piece of fried chicken touched her tongue, thighs slapping and kicking her living throne. She bounced up and down as she ate, more than pleased with the offering. Sweat dripped and fled off of Komi as she gorged, sprinkling everything around her.
“So. Good.” Komi finally spoke. Her ego and stomach being stroked, she could finally relax more. Komi leaned back, putting more and more of her excessive weight on her small “throne”. It was good to be a queen, better to be a goddess. There were times when Komi felt guilty about giving into Yamai, allowing herself to be shaped and sculpted by the crazed woman. But those moments passed quicker and quicker now. “More.” Komi said. She reached behind to smack her gigantic ass, making it bounce on the heads of the two students trying to hold her up. Idly she wondered what would give out first, the food in the lunchbox or their strength. She was very eager to find out.
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James Duke
Haha it's fun living on the dark side!
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Based Yamai brain rot
